Sotomayor fixed her gaze on that woman, appreciating every detail of her dress, her veil, and her slow and steady walk with her father's arm. She observed the bow that Yukio made to Mr. Matsume and received his daughter's hand in the center of the red carpet on the way to the altar. Yukio took her hand; they were just a few steps away from the minister of the ceremony. He walked with pride, but she simply didn't take another step.Sotomayor smiled; the envelope that Tori kept hidden behind the enormous bow of her dress didn't escape her detailed gaze. She recognized that envelope; she knew something was about to happen. She observed the troubled faces of the Matsume and the Tanarro; she enjoyed the show, although she had no idea what she had caused.She liked to play with chance, uncertainty, and destiny; she was excited to think about the countless possibilities that a situation like this could trigger. At that moment, she felt pleasure cou
Tori continued crying on the park bench; the elderly couple left quietly under the pretext of bringing her some water, but they had no intention of returning. At the first opportunity, they turned onto another path in the park.“ I keep seeing strange things in this park..."“ Poor girl, she's heartbroken... Should we go back and help her, dear?"“ If you go back, I'll leave you outside the house, as if I didn't know you just want to keep staring at her legs... Come on, walk towards the house!... Move, it's getting late!"Tori hugged herself, burying her head between her legs. The idea of growing old with her beloved Yukio faded from her mind. A strange contradiction was growing inside her”on one hand, the desire to return to his arms, and on the other hand, the sense of freedom she had experienced hours before made her feel liberated.A hand landed on her
Two hours later...Tori is dancing in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by many men who look at her with desire and lust. The naive little girl is left behind, as is the puritanical woman who couldn't enter a place like this. Her movements in the center of the dance floor accentuate the curves that her dress's corset emphasizes. From the bar, Sotomayor watches her, as if she were the older sister whose duty is to protect her. She raises her glass and toasts in her name as Tori smiles back.She rushes toward the bar and continues to consume a few drinks. "I've danced enough... Now it's your turn!" She pushes her onto the dance floor. "Show me how they dance in Paris!"Sotomayor obeys, stands in the center of the floor, and starts moving sensually like a cat in heat. Her entire body becomes one with the music. She uses her hat as an element of the frenzied dance, gradually attracting glances and ending up surrounded by guys and girls dancing around her. Tori puts down the glass
She returned to the building and tried to enter as if nothing had happened, but the security guard prevented her from gaining access to her own apartment. Angrily, she asked why she couldn't enter her own apartment, and the guard didn't say much. He only pointed to the group of suitcases piled up in a corner and indicated that the lady had expressly requested to prohibit her entry.Her icy face turned pale. She lit a cigarette, driven by pride, she grabbed all her suitcases and stuffed them into the car as best she could and drove away. She had just become homeless with nowhere to go.She couldn't return to her mother and brother's place. He himself had said that he would never live in that small apartment again, enduring Yuselso's snoring and her mother's complaints. Worse yet, he had let his family know this after convincing his girlfriend to let him live with her.He also couldn't go to his best friend's house. With t
On the way to the hospital..."Can't you go any faster?""I'm doing my best, miss...""It seems he's reacting, he appears to be opening his eyes!" She was sitting in front of him, attentive to every one of his movements."Really?"... Emotion caused the old man to brake abruptly."Michael, concentrate and be careful!" She sat up, as the sudden stop had caused her to fall headfirst into Yukio's lap, making his hat fall off.Those brown eyes slowly opened, and he recognized the blurry image of a beautiful face adorned with those gray, bewitching eyes. In his state of lethargy, he didn't recognize anything happening around him. He raised his right hand and placed it on Sotomayor's cheek, caressing her face. Then he brought his other hand to the girl's head and stroked her black hair falling over her shoulders."Y-You're... so b-beautiful..." He pulled Jina's face towards him and kissed her on the lips.Sotomayor tried to pull away from the kiss, but Yukio continued to press his lips again
"Hey!... Michael is my butler, and he's here to drive my limousine, not to carry your packages.""But you were the one who suggested taking me shopping. By the way, thanks for the card. I think I'll save the rest of the limit for my expenses this week...""Do as you wish!... By the way, that card isn't a gift. I'll deduct each of your purchases from your salary." She entered the limousine angrily. "Let's go, Michael. I don't have all day, and I want to go home and wash my hair.""Wait!" He shouted, causing the butler to stop the limousine."Now what do you want?" She responded, rolling down the window.Raindrops started falling, soaking everything in their path."You better get in the limousine!" She ordered, opening the door. "If you stay in the rain, you'll catch a cold, and your nice new suit will get wet!" She was speaking to him tenderly now.&nbs
An hour later...Sotomayor opened her eyes; the background music and loud screams indicated that the bloody movie hadn't ended. She stared at the face of the brunette who remained unmoving, his eyes fixed on the screen. Then she looked back; the couples in the theater were kissing passionately."But what a fool I am! It's obvious he brought me to this theater so that we could be alone."She smiled mischievously and looked back at the brunette who barely blinked.Slowly, she approached and pressed her lips against Tanarro's and tried to kiss him passionately."Aah!!!"The brunette screamed."SHHHHH!!!"A year and a half later...He looked up at the stairs, saw her descending with a big smile on her lips. What he saw left him breathless... Where was the chubby, messy girl? Where did her colorful streaks go? Where was her messy hairstyle? Wher
As was his custom, he went out jogging at dawn, a healthy habit from his school days. He went through the nearest park without losing pace; exercise helped him clear his mind. He returned to the apartment an hour and a half later.It was already past six in the morning on that wonderful Friday, promising to be a less busy day than the previous ones. He called the butler but couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, he headed to the kitchen to find something to have for breakfast. He found a note attached to the refrigerator door. The characters seemed somewhat childish, and he immediately understood it had been written by Sotomayor's own hand. He smiled as he read: "Tanarro: Michael is sick, so I gave him the day off. Here's the shopping list you need to take care of... See you later, Sotomayor."His face turned horrified: Going to the supermarket to buy groceries! He remembered that he had never done anything like that. When he lived in the mans